This is a song about "Self indentifaction"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Texting my mama current self

For real, a nigga ill

The knowledge of my self still

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Self designated wicked critical closer

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

U know self made salf paid

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Giving no apologies about my self centered ideologies,